After my encounter with my neighbour Dave, I returned home to get cleaned up. As I stripped off, I felt the stickyness of sweat and cum on my body, a dirty reminder of the hot fucking I had just had. My ass felt a little sore, but strangely empty. Like it was missing something.
While taking a hot shower, the thought struck me: why not do a bit of shaving? I had loved the look and feel of Dave's smooth body, and I had seen plenty of pornstars with the smooth look too. The thought got me going again, and I grabbed my razor and gel, and set to work. I had no wax, and this would do. First I shaved my stomach, trimmed my pubes, then oh so gently did my cock and balls. Looking in the shower mirror, and stroking my smooth stomach and balls felt great. I finished off by removing my chest hair, and finally my butt and asshole had the treatment too. It was a bit of an operation, but once I was done, I stood admiring myself in the mirror, all glistening with aftershave oil, enjoying my new look. I loved how my balls felt, and I couldn't resist stroking them, and squeezing them gently. Mmmm. Bending over and pointing my ass towards the mirror, I pulled my smooth cheeks apart, exposing my fresh asshole, and rubbed the rim with a finger before pushing it in to the first knuckle. It was still a little tender, but I was enjoying its new sensitivity. I felt like a pornstar after all the dirty things I'd done that day, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.
The next day flew by, and I headed over to Dave's in the late afternoon. I hadn't spent much time thinking about the implications of the previous day's fuck. I wasn't gay. Was I bi? I didn't really care. All I knew was, Dave had seduced me without much effort, and he'd sucked my cock harder and deeper than any woman I'd known. And I'd loved the feeling of him plowing my asshole and shooting his load inside me. Fucking his smooth tight ass had been just as delicious.
Dave answered the door and invited me up. He was pleased to see me, and gave me another wicked grin. He was wearing a T-shit, and really short cut-offs. I was still getting used to the idea of thinking of another guy as hot, but his look turned me on.
"I'm glad you came back Mike," he said, as we went up the stairs to his living room. I was already feeling that familiar gentle ache spreading through my groin, and the warmth and excitement in my stomach, as he showed me into his bedroom. Pushing the door shut, he grabbed me and our tongues met in a deep kiss. His mouth tasted sweet and he grabbed my ass, pulling me to him, rubbing our bulging cocks together through our pants. I put my hand on his crotch and rubbed and squeezed him through the material, feeling his cock growing harder beneath my fingers.
Quickly Dave pulled off his shirt, and then unzipped his tiny denim shorts, releasing his thick tool into the air. He was fully hard now, and lay back on the bed.
"You want to taste my cock Mike? You haven't yet have you."
I nodded. He was right. I hadn't sucked a cock before. After all that I'd already done, I didn't need persuading. Climbing onto the bed, I lowered my head over Dave's shiny bulging cockhead, licking around the rim, before plunging down the shaft to take as much as I could to the back of my throat.
"Mmmmm. That's so good. You sure you haven't sucked a guy's cock before?"
Nodding again, I continued to bob up and down, already enjoying feeling the smoothness and warmth of Dave's shaft sliding past my lips. It was somehow hard and soft at the same time. The shaft was stiff, while the head was soft. I teased him gently with my teeth. Dave moaned.
"Oooooh. That's it. You suck cock good."
I was relishing the taste of his warm manmeat as Dave began to thrust his hips up to meet my sucking.
